At the same moment, Fu Li released the carrier pigeon in his hand and said to An Yi, "The old patriarch has arrived!"
An glanced at Fu Li, then walked out without any expression.
Fu Li followed closely behind, sweating bullets.
If the eldest son knew that it was he who tipped off the mountain, I wonder if he would drive him away.
Fu Qiyuan sized up the old man in front of him, his lips twitching involuntarily.
Dressing like an old farmer is one thing, but being unkempt and careless about one's image is a bit too casual. Also, in this freezing weather, not even wearing a cotton-padded coat, is life on the mountain really that hard?
An old man dressed as a farmer was also secretly sizing up Fu Qiyuan.
She's from the Fu family, and her temperament is like that of a member of the Fu family, but she's too beautiful and not manly enough. However, there's an advantage: her son is like a fairy child, incredibly adorable!
Overall, he's much better than his father! Much better!
Fu Qiyuan took a deep breath, led Jiang Huai to the old patriarch Fu, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply, "Your unfilial grandson Fu Yan greets his grandfather."
The old patriarch Fu held his arm with one hand and pinched his shoulder and neck with the other, revealing deep crow's feet when he smiled.
"Good lad, you truly are a descendant of the Fu family. How did you figure that out?"
Fu Qiyuan stared at the sky speechlessly for a long while before saying in a low voice, "Haven't you ever looked in a mirror? Do you even remember what your unfilial son looked like?"
The old patriarch Fu choked for a moment, touched his old face, and chuckled, "Your father inherited nothing but my face! You're more suited to martial arts, what a pity..."
Fu Qiyuan rubbed his shoulder, which had been pinched sore, and frowned, saying, "My grandson isn't suited for martial arts either. My second brother, on the other hand, is quite talented. Why don't you go to the capital to take a look?"
The old patriarch of the Fu family rolled his eyes in disdain, picked up Jiang Huai with one hand and weighed him in his hands, saying, "The heir of the Fu family is here, and no one can take him away!"
Fu Qiyuan scoffed, "Your words don't count, and neither does my grandson's. Only what Huai'er's mother says counts."
The head of the Fu family narrowed his energetic eyes and lowered his voice, saying, "That girl, you haven't... yet."
"Mother!" Jiang Huai suddenly called out. The old patriarch Fu swallowed the words on his lips and quietly turned to look at his future granddaughter-in-law.
Jiang Shan lazily came downstairs and, seeing Jiang Huai, asked in surprise, "Why are you still here? Didn't your master come to pick you up?"
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
An Yi led Fu Li in through the door, walked directly to the old patriarch Fu, clasped his hands and said, "Greetings, old patriarch."
Fu Li also bowed in greeting.
Jiang Shan stepped forward with some surprise, curtsied, and said, "I didn't know it was Mr. Fu who graced us with his presence. Please forgive my neglect."
The old patriarch Fu waved his hand and said with a smile, "No need to be so formal, just call me Grandpa!"
Jiang Shan readily agreed and called out "Grandpa Fu".
The old patriarch Fu then pressed his advantage by having Jiang Huai call him "great-grandfather."
That old man is pretty impressive!
Fu Qiyuan looked at the old patriarch Fu, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Regardless of his reasons, Jiang Shan was extremely hospitable to the old patriarch of the Fu family. Since the old man wanted to stay in Yuzhou for a few more days, Jiang Shan offered him a guest room in the Jiang residence.
The task of picking up and dropping off Jiang Huai to the bamboo hut every day has now been taken over by the old master Fu, with Fu Qiyuan playing a supporting role.
Gradually, Jiang Shan noticed something unusual.
On this day off, she heard the old man telling stories to Jiang Huai in the yard again.
As she listened, she called Fu Qiyuan over, and the three of them listened together.
It's one thing for the old man to tell Jiang Huai about his experiences in the martial arts world, but why should he also know about the factional struggles and conflicts in the martial arts world that are supposed to be settled in the martial arts world?
"Why do I have a feeling that your old man is after Jiang Huai? Is he planning to kidnap my son and take him to the mountains? Does he know that Jiang Huai isn't your biological son?"
Jiang Shan thought that the old man might have regarded Jiang Huai as Fu Qiyuan's own son, which was why he spared no effort in teaching him various skills and wanted to abduct her son. She could understand this feeling to some extent.
But what if he knew Jiang Huai's true identity...?
Fu Qiyuan looked at Jiang Shan with a complicated expression, increasingly feeling that the process of covering up this well-intentioned lie might be very difficult, and the outcome... he dared not imagine.
In a moment of desperation, he grabbed Jiang Shan's hand and said, "Shan'er, let's get married!"
Jiang Shan turned to look at Fu Qiyuan, meeting his deep eyes. After thinking for a moment seriously, he said, "Maybe you can wait another year? I want to open a branch in Beijing. If you propose to me then, I don't think I'll refuse."
Fu Qiyuan's heart skipped a beat, his dark eyes shone as if they were filled with stars, and his breathing became rapid.
It's hard for Jiang Shan not to be tempted by someone like Fu Qiyuan.
She hooked her hand around his palm, and before Fu Qiyuan could react, she hooked her arm around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and lightly kissed his lips.
Fu Qiyuan's heart suddenly raced, and just as he wanted to continue and deepen the kiss, his legs suddenly felt a weight on them.
Looking down, Jiang Huai hugged Fu Qiyuan's leg, tilted his little face up and grinned, "Daddy, Huai'er wants a kiss too!"
Jiang Shan instinctively looked towards the old patriarch Fu not far away. The old man wisely turned away, though his shoulders were still trembling.
Her pretty face flushed red, and Jiang Shan turned and walked into the house.
Fu Qiyuan kicked the leg ornament with a dark face, "Go play with your great-grandfather, your father and mother don't have time to play with you right now!"
Jiang Huai scrambled into Fu Qiyuan's arms, clinging to his neck and refusing to let go.
Fu Qiyuan struggled to lift him up a bit, and said helplessly, "Father still has to go to the government office, or why don't you ask Great-Grandpa to take you horseback riding?"
Jiang Huai's eyes lit up, and with a flick of his little bottom, he slid off Fu Qiyuan and turned to throw himself into the arms of the old patriarch.
"Grandpa, let's ride a horse!"
He loves this! He absolutely loves it!
After getting rid of the third wheel, Fu Qiyuan strolled into the inner room, thinking that today he could finally have a romantic chat with Shan'er.
Old Master Fu rode his horse, carrying Jiang Huai and Fu Li, straight to Wuxia Manor outside the city. A carriage followed closely behind, carrying the old and young of the Zhu family. The driver was An Yi.
Wuxia Manor is a famous tourist destination in Chongqing. The owner of the manor enjoys traveling and has made many acquaintances among the martial arts world. The manor boasts beautiful scenery in all four seasons, attracting not only high-ranking officials and nobles but also outlaws from the martial arts world. The bamboo hut is filled with the elderly and children; without someone accompanying them, who knows what might happen.
As soon as the carriage reached the foot of the mountain, the magnificent scenery of the plum grove came into view. Looking around, the hillside was covered with plum blossoms in full bloom.
After being helped down from the carriage by Sanlang and Xiaoqi, Mr. Xunmei quickly instructed a few boys to find a place on the mountain to set up tables, chairs, and tea sets.
"Stone, take Xiao Si up first and find a flat place! Xiao San and Xiao Wu, bring tea sets, and plenty of tea and snacks! Don't forget the Four Treasures of the Study! San Lang, Xiao Qi, help this old man up, hurry up and follow!"
Mr. Xunmei, despite his advanced age, was unusually enthusiastic at this moment, his face glowing with health.
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